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zarinaa113 · 4 years

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DT: Do bodies decompose in space?

"Do bodies decompose in space?" "What?" Huey, startled, looked up from his science paper. Donald blinked. He hadn't realised he'd spoken. "I was just thinking out loud." Donald poured some batter into the waffle iron for 'Breakfast-at-Dinner' dinner. "But it's a good question. Hm. Let me check the JWG." The eight-year-old slid out of the booth and ran to retrieve his precious guide book from his backpack. "Huey, I don't think that'll have the answer-" "Page 163: 'Your Body In Space:' " "I stand corrected." " 'If you happen to journey beyond the planet be sure to stay safe. If you were to leave your spacesuit and ship while in space then you would die very quickly. So don't do it. There is no oxygen in space, so you would have nothing to breath and would quickly suffocate. Interestingly, decomposition would take thousands or even millions of years, that's the length of time in which the dinosaurs lived and died (pg 86). But bones will last almost indefinitely, as we know from fossils (pg 87) You would not, however, freeze straight away, contrary to what many movies show, despite the extremely cold temperatures; heat does not leave the body quickly enough for you to freeze before you suffocate, what a pleasant thought. Of course, if your body happens to fall into a planet, it would be melted from the inside out by the extreme heat of re-entry into the atmosphere, not unlike a meteorite. Be safe astronauts!' That's so cool! I'm gonna add that to my report. I'll get a gold star for sure!" Huey jumped back into his chair and started furiously copying from the JWG. Donald pried the slightly burned waffles out with a fork and laid them on a plate, then pored in the next batch. He focused on the positives from this new information. He didn't have to think of her as bones anymore to avoid any other possibilities. Well, as long as nothing had happened to her spacesuit and if she hadn't sustained any injuries that had cut through the suit, letting air out a- "Why'd you wanna know?" Huey was looking up with his 'I smell a mystery' look. He usually found it. "It's just something I've been wondering about for a long time." "Why?" "Because...well, I guess space is just so big and mysterious. It's always been hard for me to understand it. Why it does what it does. I thought maybe if I knew what would happen to a person in space I might understand it better. But once...I thought of that question I got too scared of the answer. It's a creepy thought, right?" Huey creased his eyebrows and looked at the tabletop. "Yeah. I wanna go to space and discover aliens and planets and new rocks, but I don't want that to happen to me. It's scary." Donald quickly wrapped his oldest nephew in a hug. "It sure is scary. Space is big and cold and empty. But if I ever let you go to space I'll be there so nothing bad will happen to you." "You will?" "Of course! I won't let it hurt you." "And I won't let it hurt you!" "I know, I know. You'd be brave. You'd be very brave." "You'd be too, Unca." "I'll try, but I'm not very brave." "That's okay. I can be brave for you." Donald closed his eyes and hugged Huey closer. "You won't need to. We're staying right here, where we belong. No one's gonna have to be brave. No one. Not while we're together." "That's silly. We've always gotta be brave sometimes." "That's right. You're a real smart boy, you know that Hue?" "I do. I also know that our waffles are burning." "That's okay. I'll take care of that while you call for pizza. Think you know how to do that?" "Oh boy! Oh boy! Oh boy!" He excitedly wiggled out of his uncle's arms and ran into his bedroom. "DEWEY! LOUIE! GUESS WHAT WE'RE HAVING FOR DINNER!?!?! PIZZAAAAAA!!!!!!!" There was joyful, excited screaming from his boys, but all Donald could think was how no one can hear your screams from space.

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@stevenfallsvs because this is a Huey fic and you like those.

Hope you enjoyed this Dadnald and Huey fluff!

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zarinaa113 · 4 years

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DT: Together

MY FIRST EVER DT FIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Not the first one I’ve written, but the first I’m posting, for obvious reasons. I started with a few about the boys and then those needed Dadnald so I had to write for him hence this fic. I can’t believe I’ve written for Donald Forking Duck! Its kinda very intimidating. I hope I’ve done him justice.

I really like how this tuned out, yet this might not be everyone’s cup of nutmeg tea. My Love Language is affection, but its entirely possible to put in too much. Its not bad it just might make some of you uncomfortable. Like, so much fluff you’ll choke on the fluffiness. But these characters need it after everything.

I’d love feedback on if you think it was or wasn’t too much.

(Spoilers for Season 2 finale btw)

Tagging: @mediocrecartoondrawer

I’ll quite stalling and get to the story now. Enjoy!

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Della shoved Donald's head down in a friendly tousle. He winced and returned the favor. Everyone laughed and cheered around them, a group even cheered Glomgold for some inane reason. Donald was so happy to be home, not just after the insane adventure to save earth or his stay on the moon or his 'vacation' on a desert island, it was great to be around people he knew and some he didn't. He'd missed people's voices.

And there was one he'd missed most of all. Della was practically leaping around the lawn to talk to different Moonlanders before rushing over to do something with one of the boys and then greeting people she hadn't seen in ten years. Donald was exhausted just watching her, but he had press he had to wave off his family and Moonlanders to insist to that no hard feelings were felt and boys he had to triple check for injuries. Having no idea what time it was didn't stop his exhaustion; yet he couldn't fall asleep, because if he did, she might not be there when he woke. It was right and beautiful and agonizing and bittersweet to see Della with the boys. Her boys. He felt ashamed when he realized he hadn't noticed how similar they all were to her. Not in the big ways, those were apparent from hatch, but in the little ways. Huey had the same puckered beak when he was surprised as Della did, Dewey her dramatic head tilt when proclaiming something grand, Louie her aloof expression when called out, all these tiny quirks in his sons they had from their mother. And he didn't know if he was more ashamed that he hadn't seen his twin in his sons or of his sons in his twin. His twins sons. Eventually, Dewey shouted his name and Donald found him in a tree, Della a branch behind him with her hand on his back. Dewey waved with both hands and Donald almost had a heart attack. Della laughed at his face's expression. Man, he'd missed her laugh. Louie, Huey and Webby clambered up the tree and Donald followed, only to ensure their safety. Once at the top, Dewey grabbed the balloon that had been snared by the branches, declared himself a hero, and dared to be dared into jumping off the tree from that point. Della flatly grabbed him by his shirt and climbed down one handed to keep him from squirming out. Once on the ground he ran off with Webby to return the balloon to its owner and Della and Louie got caught up talking to the manager of Scrooge's new lemonade business. He happily sat down at the base of the tree and Huey started telling him about the badges he'd received since Donald had left. "Suns goin' down bro. You can go to bed now." Della's shadow covered the Junior Woodchuck Guidebook between Donald and Huey's laps. "What? No, I'm fine." "Yeah, no way. Get up and get in." She grabbed his arm and pulled him up. Huey pushed him up from behind. "Come on Uncle Donald! You need your eight hours of sleep on a good day, but this has been a very taxing day and you-" Donald mentally apologized to Huey that he was drowning him out, he didn't need the science of sleep now he just needed sleep, regardless of how much he didn't want it. At the mansions steps Dewey and Louie appeared. "Uncle Donald's going to bed now." Huey informed them. "Fine, I just hope he showers first." Louie commented. "Mummy wrappings smell better." "I don't know if that's accurate, Lo." Dewey said as they entered the mansion. "More like that Caveduck when he was playing in the toilet." "The boys are right." Della said, finally letting his hand go. "You've gotta shower. All of you." In unison the boys said "Yes, Mom." And ran up the staircase. Donald balked at their compliance. "How did y-" "I'm the mom. I have powers you can never hope to posses. I had Duckworth set up the third east bedroom for you." "That's not necessary. I'll sleep in my boat like always." "No way am I letting my brother sleep in a hammock after a month on a desert island. You deserve a bed, mister." She pocked his chest. "No. I wa-" "Don't bother. You're too tired to argue with me." "Am not." "Are too." "Am not." "I'm home and you love me. Please do it. For me." She flashed him her doe eyes. Suspiciously like Louie's doe eyes. He glared. "You should've stayed on the moon." He grumbled good-naturedly. "Love you too. I'll be there in twenty to check that you haven't fallen asleep in the tub and drowned." "Always lookin’ out for me, aren't ya?" He said as he started up the stairs. "Someone's gotta." She closed the door before he could reply.

~~~ It was twenty-five minutes later and Donald was clean, dry and ready for bed. Except that he was waiting for Della and that made him feel like a kid so he anxiously paced the room even though he was much too tired for that. He fiddled with the curtains, closing them to keep the sun out of his room, it hadn't even set halfway yet. There was a knock on the door. "If you're decent don't answer and if you're dead please do." Della's voice said. Donald simply coughed. "Clever lad." She said, closing the door and leaning against it. "I wouldn't call those PJs decent, but at least you're clothed." They laughed at the barely funny joke because it was fun to laugh and better to do it together. "You good?" He asked. "Fantastic! You?" "Great. Still not tired." "Glad you're still as stubborn as ever." "You'd have to be to match those mischievous little imps." "I can't imagine." She grinned in a sheepish way but tried to hide it. "What is it Della?" "Nothing." "Uh-uh. Tell me." "It's a surprise, so no." "Oh sure." "Get in your bed and then you can have your surprise." He raised an eyebrow. "I better not be regretting anything when I wake up, if I wake up." "Oh you've enough things you regret, but this won't be up there." He got in bed and sat there with the blankets around him. "Hit me with it." "Mission go." She said to the closed door and then it flew open. "SURPRISE!!!" Three voices screamed as they leapt onto the bed and into Donald's arms. Damp feathers and colorful pajamas swarmed him as he fell back into bed, hugging his triplets. "Did we surprise you?" "Of course we did! Didja see his face? I shoulda gotten it on camera." "We're gonna sleep here tonight! With you!" "We're gonna make sure you go to sleep." "Cause we've missed you so much!" "Is that okay?" Donald smiled. "I can't think of anything better!" "It was Mom's idea, she arranged the whole thing too." Huey said from his snuggled position under Donald's arm. "Didn't want you getting lonely." Della said, suddenly looking small and lonely with the halls light streaming around her. "Thanks Dell. And Huey, Dewey and Louie." "Turbo." "It's very late." "Actually its-" "In India it's late. So bed it is." Huey furrowed his eyebrows. "But with that logic shouldn't-" "Get under the covers now and I'll sing you your lullaby." Della promised, promoting the boys to scramble madly for comfy spots. Huey settled on Donald's left, Dewey on the right and Louie behind him, hugging his uncle's arm. "We're ready!" "No! Dewey, get your leg out of my gut, it hurts." "No fighting! You'll upset Uncle Donald." "Okay, okay, we're good enough." Della smiled and started singing. Instinctively, Donald hugged his boys tighter at the sound of the familiar voice singing familiar words. He felt the boys's body's relax as the words seeped into them. Della looked at Donald over the heads of the boys as she sang, eyes saying countless words that made them both want to pour every emotion in the world out on each other. Donald hoped his boys would never feel like this with each other, never have to look in your twins eyes and feel shocked by how familiar they are. Della sang the final words and gave them all kisses on their foreheads, Donald included. "Goodnight Donald, Goodnight Huey, Goodnight Dewey, Goodnight Louie. I love you." "Goodnight Della." "Goodnight Mom." "See you in a few hours." "Sweet dreams! "You too my boys." And she shut the door. "Are we squeezing you too hard, Uncle Donald?" Huey asked in the sudden dark. "Nah. I'm good. Dewey, stop kicking Louie." "But he kicked me first!" "It wasn't on purpose! Geez." "Let's just try and relax." Donald tried to defuse the situation. "How about you each tell me one thing I missed over my trip? Then we'll go to sleep and we can talk more tomorrow." "Mom came back the same day you left." "Mom's so amazing! I can't believe you're related to her!" "I became richer then Uncle Scrooge." "Louie! We were all supposed to say Mom!" "I don't remember getting that telepathic memo." "That's cause we don't have telepathy, doofus!" "I'm working on it though!" "You can't work on it, you either have it or you don't. Tha-" "So, your Mom's homecoming was good?" "Really good. Uncle Scrooge cried a little. So did Mom." "And Louie!" "Shut up! It was just dust!" "I'm so happy for you guys." "We're happy for you to, Uncle Donald." "She's been a good mom? She hasn't had any practice, you know." "She's dweying great!" "You haven't been giving her any trouble, have you boys?" "Nope." "She's been giving us trouble." "In the form of adventure!" "Glad to hear it. Now, let's hear some snores." "Aw man, we're never gonna get to sleep now, why'd we even do this?" "Because we love Uncle Donald more then we hate his snores." "Thanks Huey." "You're welcome. Goodnight Uncle Donald! Goodnight Dewey! Goodnight Louie!" "Goodnight Huey! Goodnight Louie! Goodnight Uncle Donald!" "Goodnight Dewey! Goodnight Huey! Goodnight Uncle Donald!" "Goodnight Huey! Goodnight Dewey! Goodnight Louie!" He snuggled closer to his boys, kissing them each on their foreheads. They grumbled and giggled and slithered around, tugging blankets and shifting feet. Nevertheless, in a matter on minutes all four boys were asleep. ~~~ Sometime later, the sun was down but that didn't say much, Donald was woken up by a metallic clinking noise. He peered around the darkness of the room and found Della sitting on the edge of the bed, pajamas on and metal foot being removed. His left arm was asleep with Huey using it as both pillow and teddy bear, Dewey was sprawled like a starfish and Louie's fist was half in his beak, it appeared he hadn't grown out of that old habit yet. All three were soundly asleep in the way only children can sleep, slight whistles coming from their beaks destined to grow into deafening snores once puberty struck. Della turned around, startled slightly at Donald's awake eyes, and slid under the covers. Smiling slyly, she slid her hands under the nearest triplet, Louie, and pulled him to her other side. Now it was Louie, Della, Dewey, Donald and Huey all snuggled up tightly like a bunch of sardines in a box. Della gently reached her hand past Dewey's sleeping form and took her brothers hand. Smiling, they held hands in the dark. "Thanks for taking such wonderful care of them." She began in a whisper. "Happily." "I've been back for over a month, and I know how they are. No way it was 'happily'." "Of course it was happily. They were all I had left of you." Sighing, Della looked at the boys mournfully. "I'm sorry." "No, Dell, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have made you feel guilty. I'm such a dummy." He'd've smacked a palm to his forehead if both his hands weren't occupied "No. I'm sorry. For all of it. For leaving them. For leaving you. Leaving you and Scrooge stuck in that position and not thinking about the consequences an-" "Not now. We'll be crying and shouting and we'll wake them up. I don't want that for them." "Mommy and Daddy shouldn't let the kids see them fight. Right?" "Yeah. Wait- mommy and daddy?" "Well, now you've just made it awkward. Mommy and Daddy who also happen to be brother and sister in bed with their three pre-pubescent boys? Nothing weird here." "When has weird ever stopped this family?" "Never. And it won't stop us now." "Cause these ducks don't back down!" "These ducks will take on the world!" "Together." "Together." She gave his hand a gentle squeeze and absently ran her other hand through Dewey's hair. He shifted at the touch, legs kicking them both in the sides. Donald grumbled. "Our shins are gonna be sore tomorrow." "We'll handle it. Together." "Together." ~~~ They woke up with sunlight shimmering through a crack in the drapes, their boys having slithered out of bed some unknown time ago, shins sore and hands clasped. Together.

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A mom sleeping in the same bed as her three 10-year old boys? No prob. But when her brother is in that bed too? I dunno. But he’s basically the boys dad. (Does that make it better?) And they’ve all been separated for a decade.

Soooo… is this awkward or not?

Its defiantly complete self-indulgent fluff either way but is it awkward complete self-indulgent fluff? Aye, there’s the rub.

Also Webby fell asleep on the couch with Beakley and Scrooge. ALL SHALL CUDDLE TONIGHT BY MY WILL!!!!

I’d love to hear your thoughts on the awkward factor, it’ll help me with my future Duck-fluff. And BOY do I have Duck-fluff in store for you.

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